Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.